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Maddie took his face in hers and kissed him back. He tickled her belly, much to her delight. “All right, you two, you can play after her nap.”
It delighted her they were enjoying one another’s company. And it worried her. Because he affected her just by being in the same room. Watching him charm her kid, he was slaying her.
Jasper winked at Maddie. “And then, it’s present time.”
Maddie giggled as they headed toward the stairs and yawned. Up in their room, she laid down with her in bed, holding her while she settled down. Her eyelids drooped. Her breathing evened out. Then she dropped off to sleep.
Once she had Maddie in her playpen, she gathered all their clothes into a basket she’d found in one room. With the baby monitor in hand, she carted the laundry down the stairs.
But Jasper wasn’t in the kitchen or living room any longer. He likely went back to work. Was this a preview of her days? That they were going to be relaxed and easy. It was a complete one-eighty from what her life had been like over the past few years. Because even with Ian, she could never fully relax and let her guard down.
But here with Jasper, it was peaceful. Life was easier, less chaotic.
She started a load of laundry and then went exploring the place they were calling home until their passports came through. She would not think about what type of trouble she might get in for submitting false information to the federal government to get those passports. Maybe she should come clean with Jasper and explain the situation. How she’d been forced to change her last name to protect Maddie from her father.
But if she did that, he might walk away and leave her to her fate. She needed the fresh start. She wanted the chance for her and Maddie. The money this deal would secure a good life for her kid. That’s all she wanted.
But she’d not been able to rid herself of the memory of his kiss. Nor that she found him deeply sexy.
She explored the first floor, avoiding his office, and then headed downstairs into the basement. There was a movie theater with reclining leather seats and an old-fashioned popcorn maker. There was a spare bedroom. A family room with a bar, pool table, and plenty of free-standing old-school video games, in addition to the flatscreen on the wall. There was an additional storage area with a stand-up deep freezer and an extra refrigerator. She spied a workout room with all the latest equipment and free weights.
But then she came to a door in the storage area. Hmm, a secret door inside a storage room. She felt like an explorer and laughed, realizing she was happy. It was such a foreign emotion. It was amazing what a few meals and a solid night of sleep could do for a body.
Where did it lead?
And behind door number one—she pushed the door open. Curiosity driving her, she headed inside. Motion sensor lights kicked on at her entrance. But they were low-lit, adding a sultry, golden ambiance to the room.
She halted. Her gaze glanced over the room that was easily twenty feet by fifteen feet. The walls were more of the interior decorative stone used throughout the home. But with the lightning and everything inside the room, the stone gave it a darker feel.
Her stomach churned at what she found.
On a section of the wall, there were hooks displaying various whips. It was full of furniture, but she didn’t recognize any of the pieces or what they were used for. She drifted a hand over the leather padding on a bench. And then it finally clicked.
This was a sex dungeon.
Her new benefactor and soon-to-be husband had a kinky side. Everyone needed a hobby, she guessed. And the thought of it, of having him tie her up, didn’t turn her off. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Arousal slammed into her at the thought of being strapped to the bench while Jasper caressed her and pounded his length inside her until she screamed in ecstasy. She saw it play out in her mind, the total loss of self as she surrendered to his mastery. She’d bet he knew his way around a woman’s body.
She blew out her breath. What was wrong with her? She was getting aroused by furniture. Kinky furniture, but it was still just furniture.
Perhaps it had just been a really long time since she had gotten any nooky. That explained why she was imagining Jasper tying her up before screwing her brains out. And she’d bet with his body and potent alpha-ness that he liked to fuck.
Quivers raced through her belly.
“See something you like?” his husky voice murmured in her ear.
She gasped at being caught exploring. Freya spun to face him, an apology on her tongue. But it died on her lips. Because he stared like she was Little Red Riding Hood and he was the Big Bad Wolf ready to eat her.
And god help her, but there was a part of her that wanted him to eat her.
The air in the room shifted, turned darker, needier, sinful even. It became erotically charged. The man was like a magnet, drawing her near. And the filter on her mouth became nonexistent. “And if I do?”
His eyes darkened into wicked cobalt pools as he stared. Jasper shifted, stepping closer until their chests grazed each other. She wet her bottom lip. Her entire body was attuned to him. He lowered his face, staring at her lips like a hungry predator about to feast upon her flesh.
Freya didn’t know what possessed her. Maybe it was that he took care of her kid in ways no man ever had, and it softened her toward him. Maybe it was the moment and need, and that ever since yesterday, she wondered if kissing him again would have the same out-of-body result.
She leaned up on her toes and planted her mouth over his. He jolted at the contact, frozen in place.
